Crimson And True
Do not worry, solemn heart.
I have been searching for what was lost, and I will find you someday.
You will not feel hollow forever. You will no longer hide in the silence of forgotten words. You will no longer ache.
You will not linger in darkness with the ugly whispers that echo within your four chambers, throbbing with regret, withering of desire.
You will no longer be bled of your tears. You will burn with that magnificent fire only poets know how to describe. Light will fill you.
There will be no more lies to carry. There will be no more sorrow.
Elated and free, you will feel the sky’s kiss. You will feel the sun.
Once more, I will return.
I will find you in the distance and put you back together, piece by piece, word by word, color by color.
You will be crimson and true.
You will beat with imagination, unafraid, unencumbered, lighter than air.
Nothing can wound you anymore — because, dear heart of mine, you will have love. Joy. Tranquility.
Hope.
Dear heart, I am coming back to you.
